Hail to the songs of mourning,Drifting as fog in the valleys,
The cries for those lost
To the hunters of storm and night.
Hail to the hidden folk and their lady Huldra.
Praise be to the hollow-backed maiden
Who blesses the pious hunter.
Praise be to the cow-tailed maiden
Who watches the woodsman's fire.
Praise be to Huldra,
Who destroys the defilers' weapons,
Twisting cold iron
And tossing their corpses to the hungry forest.
May the need-fire rings
Again be carved in the hedgerows
And Your people be given shelter.
Hail Huldra!
Photography by Sergey Ashmarin.